The fart was strong enough to move my briefs a bit, barely noticeable to the eye. I could feel the shift though and it was becoming uncomfortable. My balls just weren't laying right. I pushed my hand past the elastic waistband, bypassing my cock. I stuck my finger in the middle, giving the spot a nice scratch before grabbing a hold of my balls.
Your POV
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You were disgusted. A little dirt or grime under the nails was usually not a problem for you, but being small and able to see it all in detail was a different story. What had Graham touched? Actually when did he wash his hands last? You know he took a piss at some point tonight... last night. Whatever.
Graham's hand was on the move again, taking you along for the ride. You were headed south. Yep, you were going downtown. Hopefully Graham took care of his cock- oh, woah that musk is strong. You were on the fence if you were even more disgusted or if you were developing a new addiction to the smell. Your cock filled quickly as your eyes took in the massive cock with a fat uncut head. You were less pleased when you dipped under and you caught sight of Graham's hairy balls. They smelled worse than a football team's shoes. You let out a yelp as you grew closer and closer. You regretted the decision when you got a taste of the unclean scrotum.
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